).He called Roman and confirmed with him that he wasn't working. Roman confirmed he wasn't, so, as far as we knew, the plan was a go.
Lucas (Jack's brother) called me, asking if I could get together with him Monday and I'd told him that I had plans with Jack, that he'd invited Roman and I to his place. Lucas said "Okay, no problem" and we'd both hung up.
About two days later, Jack calls me asking if I told Lucas that we were going to his place. I lied and said "no" (because the last time something like this happened, Jack didn't know I'd said anything to Lucas, but tricked me into telling him, so I thought it was just that...a trick to get me to rat Lucas out), but I found out that Lucas accidentally told Jack about what I'd told Lucas (which was okay with me, since Jack ticks me off anyway...lol...more on that later)
When I'd told Jack that I never told Lucas anything, Jack assumed Roman talked to Lucas and, in his words, "blabbed" about what we were doing Monday.
I'd told Jack I gave Roman's number to Lucas and Jack acts like I let out secret military plans or something...I explained to him that Roman is friends with Lucas too, so I felt Lucas deserved to have Roman's phone number (even though Jack and Roman spend more time together, the interesting thing is Jack and Roman would never have been friends at all had it not been for me meeting Lucas at a different school and introducing him to Roman).
Jack called Roman and Roman said he never talked to Lucas about this, so Jack's naturally confused. lol
I'd asked Jack why he didn't want Lucas to know what we were doing and he'd said "Because if he knows what we're doing, then he'll want to come along." I said, "Yeah...so what's the problem?" He said, "Because he never knows when to leave."
Now, personally, I have to defend Lucas here. He's been over at my house many, many times and I can't think of a single time when I've actually had to ask him myself to leave (it happened several times before, but that was over three years ago; Lucas's definitely changed now).
I'd said to Jack, "Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Jack said, "Do you know how cold that would be?" (something to that extent, I didn't really catch the exact wording)
I started thinking, "So you would rather freeze your own brother out of your life than tell him how he makes you feel? To me, that seems a lot colder."
Anyway, Jack was trying to get us to spend the night at his place, but, in all honesty, I didn't really want to since Jack kind of makes me uncomfortable (more on that later as well).
Roman said that he could, but he'd have to find someone to cover his shift on Tuesday, and Jack said "No problem."
Roman had also told me about his plan for someone to cover his shift on Tuesday and, since he was working with said employee on Sunday night, I called him and asked him what was going on. He said he doesn't know yet.
I called him again at 12:30 AM and asked him if he knew anything. He jumped down my throat and said, "Wow, you really don't wanna spend the night at Jack's do you?" I'd told him that wasn't the case (even though it was...lol) and I'd said I simply wanted to know so I could tell my mother about it (since she's the one who mainly wanted to know). He said he'd let me know at 9:30 AM when he called me.
I said "No problem." and hung up with him.
He called me at 9:30 AM to wake me up (little does he know, I was up at 7:50 AM...lol) and I'd asked him (yet again) about his shift on Tuesday. He said he still didn't know (but the tone he was using sounded like he was irritated about me asking, even though I'd told him earlier why I was so desperate in knowing the answer. He said that he was giving his co-worker Jack's number, so he could call him when we found out. I said "Okay, no problem."
Roman showed up at 10 AM (even though he said he'd be calling me at 9:30 AM, I'd presumed he was ready for that particular time...wrong...lol) We took the 112 West Mall bus to Kipling station, then to Main Street station (yeah, I was surprised at a station named "Main Street" myself...lol); we hopped the 113 to Birchmount Road and met up with Jack at about 12:30-ish. He'd bought us both hot chocolates (which was nice...very uncharacteristic for him) and we'd gone to his place.
That's when it pretty much started goin' downhill.
Jack's got Xbox 360 so we were pretty much playing "WWE: Smackdown v.s. Raw 2008" almost the entire time we were there (so...figure about 16 hours). And Jack's the kinda guy that always wants to face one of us, never on the same team (even though we've actually got a team with the three of us on it, he'd rather face us individually for whatever reason). His created girl was facing my created girl for my Women's belt, and (good for me) I beat her. lol
He wanted a rematch. I said "Fine." Then he beat me and started gloating about it.
After that, he'd decided to put his World Championship title on the line and he faced against me. He beat me and, the entire night, would not stop gloating that he was "The Champ"...*sighs*
Not to mention the fact that every time Jack would do that, I'd get ticked off. Instead of Roman telling Jack not to piss me off, Roman's talking down to me like I'm some kind of child and telling me to "relax".
Coupled with the fact that I couldn't call my mom because I was not sure of the time (since there were only two clocks in the entire house, neither of which in our immediate line of sight, so I had absolutely no idea what time it was and I didn't have a clue of knowing whether she was back from working at her job or if she'd gone to work at her other job or what...), Roman was also trying to get his Tuesday shift traded with another employee so we could spend the night.
As I said earlier, he'd mentioned this to me Sunday night at around 8 PM, so I'd called him around 12:30 AM (after I knew he'd be home) and asked him "Did you get an answer about Tuesday?" He said, "No, not yet; I gave him Jack's number so he could call me tomorrow and then I'd know." It really bugged me not knowing 'cause I was gonna tell my mom and let her know, but since he didn't know, I was forced to be kept in the dark over it.
He called again at 4-ish and found out from one of the other employees that Mitch (the guy Roman was supposed to trade his shift with) traded shifts again and was coming in at 8 PM instead, so I had to keep waiting.
Finally, 8 PM rolled around and Roman called Blockbuster at 8:30 PM, wanting to speak to Mitch. He said that he'd have to talk to his mother about it and she was supposed to call him "sometime before the store closed" (so before midnight), but the thing was, since we were supposed to leave at 11 PM so we could catch the bus and subway, Roman called back and found out at around 10:30 PM, so I was forced to spend the night there.
Another friggin' disaster...
I had to deal with Jack's constant gloating, the two of them "razzing" me back and forth, not to mention the fact that after I'd gotten up in the morning (Jack was nice enough to let me use his bed to sleep in, so that was another uncharacteristic thing on his part), Jack had gone into his room to sleep and Roman was asleep on the couch.
So with Jack sleeping in the other room and Roman sleeping on the couch (and the loveseat being too small for me), there was no way I was gonna get any more sleep in that situation.
Once Roman woke up, him and I talked for a bit (which was actually surprisingly okay, he seems fine when he doesn't have Jack pulling his strings), then he passed out again. He woke up and, at 11:30 AM, suggested I "give Jack a poke" and wake him up. I'd agreed with him, then, out of nowhere, he mentions that "It's his house; he can sleep as late as he wants"...
(I'd mentioned to Roman that I wanted to leave early, but Roman would've rather waited for Jack to get up first...for whatever reason)Jack woke up and the three of us went to Tim Horton's. Roman offered to buy me a sandwich, but the last time that happened, those two complained as to why I didn't get any lettuce on it (whatever...
) [I'd explained to the two of them that lettuce makes me gag, but they didn't believe it], so, rather than risk another discussion/argument, I passed on lunch. Although he insisted he buy me a hot chocolate, so I said fine.After we left Tim Horton's, Roman noticed I had one hand on my pants, pulling them up. He asked me where my belt was, and I told him it was in my pocket. He said "Why?" I'd explained to him that it was tight against my waist and digging into my skin. He suggested losening it, but the tone he said it in made it seem like he thought I was a moron for not figuring this out sooner.
That's when I got mad.
I told him that I was tired of him constantly talking down to me and treating me like a child and telling me things in a sort of condescending tone. He explained that the reason for his tone was not because he thought I was a moron, but because, to him, it was common sense.
I'd explained to him that it just wasn't common sense to me, and he (seemed) to accept that.
I barely said two words to him the whole ride home (bus and subway).
We were dropped off in front of my house, he went home and so did I.
He wants to get together sometime this week, but, in all honesty? I'm burned out right now on both of 'em.
After I'd gotten home, I called Lucas and he had asked me how the two treated me. I explained everything to him and he said that he would talk to both of them about it (what a guy, huh? hehe).
He'd also mentioned that when I was out, he'd called my mom, looking for me, but she'd mentioned that I was over at Jack's. He'd said that the two of them had a lengthy phone call (which was rare, since the two of them usually only talk for 30 seconds...lol) and they were discussing the fact that Roman and Jack both tend to treat me like crap when they're together. Lucas indicated to my mother that Roman's become more of a prick (his words...lol) since he started hanging out with Jack more, and my mom agreed. My mom said that Roman's fine when he's not with Jack, but when the two of them are together, Roman's personality almost completely changes.The point is: I'd gone down to Jack's, hoping that he'd changed for the better...I was wrong.
Thanks for reading and dealing with my rant, everyone; I really appreciate it.
Any suggestions on how I can deal with this situation?
I never even noticed that error. Me so sowwy! 
The fact that, when I asked him to do the Zack/Slater handshake i 9th grade, he refused because "People were looking"